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Xavier takes my hand and brings it up to his mouth, pressing a kiss across my fingers. “Look at you,” he breathes. “So good for us. You’re like a damn goddess.”
“You’re beautiful like this,” Dominic agrees. I glance at him and his eyes are locked on the sight the three of us make.
Tristan works more of his huge cock into me, stretching my body to its limits. It’s so intense, and there are more than a couple times where I forget to breathe, and Xavier or Dominic has to remind me.
Xavier keeps a hold of my hand, and Dominic comes over to help soothe me too. He brushes my sweaty hair back from my face and presses kisses to my cheeks, my shoulders, my lips.
I relax under his touches, and little by little, Tristan manages to fit himself in me alongside Xavier.
“Holy shit,” I pant, not quite believing it. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah,” Xavier echoes. “That’s a good way to put it. Fuck, you should see this. You’re so full. You’re stretched so good around us.”
I look down my body and catch a glimpse of what he means. I can’t see Tristan’s cock with him behind me, but I can see the way my pussy is stretched obscenely wide. I can feel both of them, splitting me open, stuffing me full, and every time I so much as breathe in, it’s a reminder that they’re both buried inside me so deep.
It’s already so intense, but it’s nothing compared to how it feels when they start moving.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m so full or because I’m stretched so wide, but just the glide of their cocks inside me, moving in tandem, is enough to have every nerve in my body going haywire.
I moan, and it comes out on a sobbed breath, just from the sheer amount of sensation I’m dealing with. It’s exactly what I needed, and my heat roars with satisfaction as my body takes all that’s on offer.
“You’re taking us so well,” Tristan growls. He noses along the side of my neck, inhaling deeply. “So fucking well.”
All I can do is whimper back, letting the two of them handle moving. I’m caught, stuck, limp with the pleasure of it, and there’s nothing I can do but take it.
They move slowly, working in and out of me, and then Dominic reaches back and hits a button on the dildo, turning on the vibrating feature.
That makes me scream from the rush of pleasure. I’m right there on the edge so quickly, and then I’m being catapulted over it, flying headfirst into my orgasm.
I come and I come hard. My vision whites out and there’s a ringing in my ears that might be my own screams of pleasure. I can’t tell at this point.
My pussy clenches down around both of them, and just the feeling of that is enough to have me writhing through the aftershocks as they keep going on and on.
“That’s it,” Xavier breathes. “Come for us, beautiful. Come on our cocks.”
It’s like I can’t stop coming, shaking my way through wave after wave of pure pleasure.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Tristan says. “So good.”
“I’m gonna—” is about all Xavier gets out before he’s coming undone as well, flooding me with his cum.
Tristan isn’t far behind him, and even through my post orgasmic haze, I realize they’re both about to knot in me at the same time.
I open my mouth to say something, but no sound comes out. At least not until Xavier’s knot swells, pressing Tristan’s cock even deeper inside me. Tristan’s knot grows as well, and it’s even more intense than having both their cocks in me.
I can’t breathe, and I scream out, feeling like I’m still coming with each little movement of their bodies and mine.
It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever been through, and I can’t stop shaking. My head is floating somewhere in the stratosphere, and I can barely hear the three of them talking.
Dominic turns off the toy, I register that, and then there are hands on me, cupping my face, wiping away tears I didn’t even realize I was shedding.
Arms wrap around me, and Xavier moves so he can hold me as well. I lean into them, seeking their warmth, their stability.
Eventually, the trembling stops and I can breathe normally again, but I still have that hazy, floating feeling as we wait for their knots to go down.
When they finally do, it’s with a rush of cum and mess that floods out of me and soaks into the sheets.
I’m covered in their cum and my own slick arousal, as well as sweat and tears. “I’m a mess,” I manage to whisper, lifting my head with the last of my strength.